Souls of Men! Why Will Ye Scatter

1. Souls of men! why will ye scat- ter Like a crowd of fright- ened sheep? Fool- ish hearts! why will ye wan- der From a love so true and deep? Was there ev- er kind- er shep- herd Half so gen- tle, half so sweet, As the Sa- vior who would have us Come and ga- ther round His feet?

2. It is God: His love looks might- y, But is might- i'r than it seems; 'Tis our Fa- ther: and His fond- ness Goes far out be- yond our dreams. There's a wide- ness in God's mer- cy, Like the wide- ness of the sea; There's a kind- ness in His just- ice, Which is more than lib- er- ty.

3. There is no place where earth's sor- rows Are more felt than up in Heav'n; There is no place where earth's fail- ings Have such won- drous judg- ment giv'n. There is wel- come for the sin- ner, Grace poured out as in a flood There is mer- cy with the Sa- vior; There is heal- ing in His blood.

4. There is grace e- nough for thou- sands Of new worlds as great as this; There is room for fresh cre- a- tions In that up- per home of bliss. For the love of God is broad- er Than the mea- sure of man's mind; And the heart of the E- ter- nal Is most won- der- ful- ly kind.

5. There is plen- ti- ful re- demp- tion In Christ's blood that has been shed; There is joy for all the mem- bers In the sor- rows of the Head. Not just all we owe to Je- sus; It is some- thing more than all; Great- er good be- cause of e- vil, Lar- ger mer- cy through the fall.